True Story

romybian

I adore rain, and the way it pours a bit of everyone all over the earth.
We're part of that water, and yesterday, you fell from the sky.
I could taste it, it was you. I could feel it, it was you.
The sky was telling me there's always another way,
I just turned my head, said "I'l prove you wrong".
Then every cloud in the gray started pulling away,
and this huge light-blue circle was pointing straight at me
I thought... well then, if this is it, let it be a beautiful it.
But it was just the sun, keeping me warm, keeping me dry.
The funny thing about this whole scene,
is the raimbow never came out.
I spent half an hour standing in the rain,
and those colours never came to me.
I guess I was looking in the wrong place,
Cause when I closed my eyes to let the first tear arive,
I saw the rainbow,
It was here.
Inside.


((Forgive - and correct if you feel like - the grammar mistakes ))

romybian

What I chose to feel is who I am"
Damn it never read something so unbelievable accurate and yet so fuckin' simple....
While you read this, just pretend it's you speaking... While I pretend I'm able to write it down the right way in order to accomplish that simple task... Making you feel this is about you, every single one of you, and still, about me.

It's funny how sometimes I think I remember when I was born... And even some days that came after that. How everything was ok cause there was nothing to compare it with. How, from being pulled off a world of comfort, I came to a world of light and noice, and I met so many people who tried their best for me not to feel the difference. And yet, I felt it.
When I go to bed, at night, sometimes even at noon, or when I'm taking a shower, or walking around, driving around... When I'm doing nothing but think, though it takes a while for me to realize I'm thinking, I find myself standing naked in front of faces. Faces that maybe during regular days never show up, but are uncouncionsly there, faces of people I love, and faces of people I miss. Faces I hate, and admire, I sometimes wish I had them all there with me, just to tell me why is it that I can't let go of them. Why is it that whenever my soul is naked, they manage to come and watch it.
I find myself loving people I thought I hated... Missing people I thought I didn't care about, needing people I though I didn't need.
I start making a huge effort to think about something else... Try to erase them from my life cause I'm so damn sure they don't belong here... I try so fuckin' hard that I just end up realizing I've done it!, They don't mean shit to me!... I'm so proud of the power of my mind, and so sure that's the way it is, that I keep walking and start thinking about what a great world we live in and how unimportant war and society is to a single soul.
I walk, proud.
I walk, proud... But yet, alone...
That's when it hits me... Maybe I need them to be on my mind. Maybe I need to think of them, cause in real life I'm always pushing them away... I'm always avoiding encounters cause I'm so insecure about my mind, and so frightened of my hear that I just save myself the effort of dealing with them.
I'm so scared things won't work out that I prefer to sit down in the middle of my own darkness and stay alone, after all, I'm the onlyone i trust... I'm the onlyone I love, and I'm the only one worth fighting for.
Suddenly a tear burst into my smile...
I'm so naive
I'm so weak
I'm so alive and yet so scared.
I'm such an idiot!!!!!!!!
Fuck it! I do love them!
I do miss my dad, my mom, my brother or my dog!
I do love him, or her!
I do need him/her to hold me tight and tell me there's anything to worry about cause it doesn't matter how long we'll last together, it's that moment we're taking advantadge of and maybe if days go by and we're appart again, the load in my head will be lighter, and I'll be ready to face loneliness again.
I'm such an idiot!
That's it, I'm facing my life.. I'm letting go of all those thought society put in my head and I'm going for it all.


Well... Then we get home... And we forgot about our little talk... That conversation with our soul vanishes as soon as we find there's something else to think about... Maybe we can think about work! Yes! that way we'll let go of meaningful stuff, and start worrying about meaningless shit!
That's it...
Let's not connect with our souls
It's easier,
It's faster,
It's less painful,
and It'll deffinitely kill us faster.

HA!
THE SWEET POWER OF IRONY.

Sleight-Of-Hand

romybian wrote:

I adore rain, and the way it pours a bit of everyone all over the earth.
We're part of that water, and yesterday, you fell from the sky.
I could taste it, it was you. I could feel it, it was you.
The sky was telling me there's always another way,
I just turned my head, said "I'l prove you wrong".
Then every cloud in the gray started pulling away,
and this huge light-blue circle was pointing straight at me
I thought... well then, if this is it, let it be a beautiful it.
But it was just the sun, keeping me warm, keeping me dry.
The funny thing about this whole scene,
is the raimbow never came out.
I spent half an hour standing in the rain,
and those colours never came to me.
I guess I was looking in the wrong place,
Cause when I closed my eyes to let the first tear arive,
I saw the rainbow,
It was here.
Inside.


((Forgive - and correct if you feel like - the grammar mistakes ))

i really like this, lots of imagery in it. what inspired you to write this?

romybian

Sleight-Of-Hand wrote:

i really like this, lots of imagery in it. what inspired you to write this?

Thanks!
What inspired me?
Myself, standing outside in the rain, thinking about someone else, then realizing I was someone myself.